And all shall be well and /
All manner of thing shall be well /
When the tongues of flame are in-folded /
Into the crowned knot of fire /
And the fire and the rose are one.
— T.S. Eliot
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Resquiescat in Pacem: David Foster Wallace (1962-2008)
I have nothing to say about this right now. This is the saddest news I have heard in years. Maybe at some later point I will be able to gather myself to write something meaningful. For now, I am mourning the loss of our generation’s greatest writer.